Gambling lost

[Margaret's POV]

The atmosphere in the reception hall was very solemn. Other than a single Austin, no one from the Windstorm Pack dared to speak much in front of Donald like this.

"When a person makes a mistake or misspeaks, it's their responsibility to own up to it! Miss Lillian, do you find it difficult to offer a sincere apology to our Lycan Queen? Heh."

Benjamin rose during the quiet, his mouth emitting a few ambiguous chuckles, and he continued without pause, looking towards Lillian whose face had turned red: "You might not know, but the last one who publicly defied our Lycan Queen like this wasn't let off easily with just an apology or two. She was thrown directly into prison by their pack's Alpha!"

"Oh dear! I don't even know if that person has been released yet. Her Majesty is now merely asking for an apology, and that is actually considering the many years of acquaintance between you and your brother, otherwise, it would not be this simple."